Being stuck in London traffic was not Lestrade’s favorite way to pass the time, but today might be an exception…
“Perfect. What’s going on?”
Lestrade hated London traffic at the best of times. He hated it more when he was having to fight through it for the job. He hated it with an undying passion when it was gridlocked so tightly you could hear the fabric of the universe screaming from the pressure.
Tossing his keys to the detective constable sweating in the passenger’s seat, Lestrade got out to try and see if there was any hope they would make their appointment to interview the miserable bastard who thought they wouldn’t be able to figure out that the strangling of his mistress that was done with his tie, in his little love nest was actually done by him. People were stupid, but that did make the job easier, sometimes.
“Bloody wonderful. There’s a big traffic collision ahead. And… yeah, here comes the ambulances. We could be in for a wait. Hold on, let me see if I can find out what happened.”